(An excerpt from my Jerusalem journal as I gazed on one of the supposed sites of Golgotha) As I ponder the barren ridge, I find no beauty etched into the creviced skin of this lonely [Read more...]
The gray gloom of this Saturday morning reminds me of the bleakness that must have settled in the hearts of Jesus followers as they faced the reality of day two—Our Savior is dead. Friday brought [Read more...]
This Sunday smacks me the hardest yet—I’m sad about our Easter traditions. It’s the first time I can’t worship in-person with my church family. And I’m oh so lonely for them. The smiles, the hugs, [Read more...]
Would you want to know when you were going to die? The date. The time. The place. The how? I fear with a deadline of my mortality looming I would begin a panicked list, beanstalk high, of what I [Read more...]